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- Herausgeber: tredition
- Kategorie: Sachliteratur, Reportagen, Biografien
- Sprache: Englisch
Immerse yourself in my world, a life shaped by extraordinary experiences and a belief in the supernatural. From my poignant childhood, where I first made contact with spirits, to paranormal encounters and near-death experiences, my extraordinary journey unfolds. These encounters have not only profoundly transformed my own life but will also challenge your perspective on the world. Despite significant physical disabilities, I have learned to harness my thoughts and beliefs as driving forces to positively shape my life and pursue my dreams. In "A Special Life," I share valuable advice, offering you the opportunity to discover your own thoughts and dreams as keys to a fulfilled existence. This book is much more than an autobiography; it is a treasure trove of inspiration and courage. Allow yourself to be captivated by my story, expanding your own perspective on the supernatural and the boundless power of thoughts. "A Special Life - Die Geschichte eines Lebens" will not only provoke contemplation but also empower you to forge your own path and fearlessly pursue your dreams. Take a glimpse into a world beyond the ordinary and let my extraordinary and multifaceted life story touch you.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023
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A Special Life
The story of a life
Tanja Begerack
A Special Life
The story of a life
Tanja Begerack
Imprint
© 2023 Tanja Begerack
Cover design based on draft: Mario Rank
Cover image: Natalia Sedyakina Shutterstock
Editing: Dr. Renate Feikes
Typesetting & layout: Juliane Ehrlicher
Translation from German: Sarah Abosi
ISBN Softcover: 978-3-347-92817-6
ISBN Hardcover: 978-3-347-92818-3
ISBN E-Book: 978-3-347-92819-0
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Inhalt
Cover
Half Title Page
Title Page
Copyright
Foreword
Introduction
Chapter 1: Life and Death
Chapter 2: The Year 1992
Chapter 3: We Called Him EL
Chapter 4: Changes
Chapter 5: Tenerife
Chapter 6: Return to Germany
Chapter 7: Aura Surgery
Chapter 8: Extraordinary Experiences with EL
Chapter 9: Dreams
Chapter 10: Visions & Experiences
Chapter 11: Ghostly Apparitions
Chapter 12: Mental Powers
Chapter 13: The Principle of Desire
Chapter 14: Family & Partnerships
Chapter 15: Pregnancy & Birth
Chapter 16: Crystal Child
Chapter 17: Extraordinary Encounters
Chapter 18: Ufo Sightings
Chapter 19: Transition Phase and
A Special Life
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Chapter 1: Life and Death
Chapter 19: Transition Phase and
A Special Life
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Foreword
I dedicate this book from the bottom of my heart to my wonderful little daughter Anastasia. Who was given to me as a very special gift in this life.
In addition, I would like to dedicate it to my deceased grandparents, my entire family, my friends and all the people in this world who are reading it and are taking part in my life.
I thank all the people, nature spirits, angels and soulmates who accompany me on my path and for their spiritual support to be able to write this book!
Namaste!
Introduction
Dear reader,
I have waited for this day for a long time and now it's finally here I feel mentally ready to take this step. Not because I felt fear or insecurity.
No, that was not what held me back, but rather prevented me from getting the final "go" from within. I know that I have now arrived at the point of sharing my experiences and insights with you. I know that we have now arrived at a turning point in our being and it is time for us to change something, on the inside and on the outside as well.
This change does not just happen on the outside.
We have to take a deep look inside, each one for ourselves. Look inside and understand what life is really about. I will comment on all these points in the course of my life story.
I have been thinking for a long time when would be the best time to start with this book. Which is not so easy, even if you might think it would be. But if you have experienced so many special things as I have in my life, then you would like to write down everything at once and that's just not possible, even if you would like to do so. In either case, I will do my best !
Everything that I am now going to openly tell you about, I have really experienced! They are not fantasies, fairy tales or the likes. Even if some of those maysound unbelievable to you at first, I have still experienced them first hand. It's also not about whether someone believes me or not, it doesn't matter to me. What is important to me, is to give you something on your way and I am convinced that during reading this book you will understand what I mean, without having to explain it beforehand. So curtains up – let’s go!
CHAPTER 1
Life and death
The title of this chapter I chose very consciously because my birth was for my mother an ordeal and both, my mother and I could have easily died. The doctors made a lot of mistakes during the whole birthing process.
My mother was in labor for many hours and was treated very poorly. Instead of giving appropriate help and making a cesarean section, the doctors continued to put pressure on my mother to deliver naturally and she eventually lost consciousness. My father was present during the entire procedure, so that’s how I know those details so well. My mother was no longer able to react and only remembers bits and pieces.
My dad told me that when my mother completely lost consciousness, the doctors injected her with adrenaline, to which she had an allergic reaction. Ultimately, as it had to happen, the doctors could get me out, but I had already turned completely blue and was no longer getting enough oxygen, which later caused a permanent lung damage. The midwife immediately whirled my little helpless body in the air and so I started to cry and finally breathe on my own.
After that, I was thoroughly examined and no abnormalities were found. My mother recovered from the ordeal mostly well and stayed in the hospital for a few more days with me for observation. During this time, my father pointed out to the doctors the smaller left eye, the permanently closed left hand, as well as the slightly curved spine and the relatively strongly inclined head to the left. However, they said that this was not a big deal and would give in with time.
Apparently it is considered a typical birthing cramp, which is not common, but can happen from time to time and usually resolves a few days later on its own. No one, except my parents, recognised that a physical impairment was already showing at that time. Then we went home and shortly after I started to get sick, in increasingly shorter intervals, as my parents also told me later. However, it was not just always a cold. On the contrary, it always affected my lungs directly. My parents prepared for frequent infections and hospital stays with me. After a few months, during an examination, they found out that there was a second stomach sac between my heart and lungs which they had to remove surgically, as it would have been life-threatening otherwise. Over the course of the frequent hospital stays, it was then determined that I have scoliosis with the Klippel-Feil Syndrome.
This physical symptom I would like to explain a bit further. Scoliosis is a side bend of the spine while also rotating (twisting) the vertebrae which can no longer be corrected by using the muscles. The Klippel-Feil syndrome is a rare, congenital syndrome caused by a malformation of the cervical spine and possible other malformations. For my parents, this news was certainly not easy at first.
What parent is not affected when they find out that their child has a disease or even a disability? However, they loved me and my mother still says today that if she had known before that I would have scoliosis, she would still have wanted to have me. However, it was a very difficult time for them because my health suffered greatly from these physical limitations. I can remember many things from the age of three very clearly. I have almost a photographic memory and remember some details that my parents often marvel at.
Now I would like to tell a little bit more from the time when I was still a baby. For example, there was also a very miraculous experience that my parents will never forget. I must have been about one and a half years old when I was very sick once again. This time it was again – off to the hospital, which unfortunately happened very frequently in my first years. So I spent a large part of my early childhood in these white, cold sterile walls.
At that time, I was seriously ill and the fever did not decrease despite the fever-reducing medication. After a while it got worse and the fever just wouldn't go down, the doctors told my parents that things were not looking good and they should expect the worst.
My mother, completely desperate and in tears, visited the Pater Rupert Mayer Church in Munich that same evening and prayed for my recovery. She eventually went back to the hospital, completely exhausted and still worried. The doctor came to her and said it was a real miracle, but my fever would suddenly drop and I was already feeling a little better. I would like to mention that my family is quite religious, but not strictly Catholic or anything like that. I was never forced to have any beliefs. Every evening, my mother used to read me a loving goodnight prayer as a child and we also visited church on Sundays occasionally. I knew that there was a loving God who watches over all of us and lives in heaven. At the time, I still imagined an old man with a long white beard in heaven who watched over me and knew what I did.
I still smile about that sometimes today, especially when I consider that I realised very early on that things are different than what we are taught and brought up with.
I don't think it's bad what we are taught, but I'll express myself more extensively in later chapters on that topic.
My childhood was very difficult in terms of health and I can only remember a few periods when I was healthy. Due to a constant susceptibility to infections, I spent most of my time at home. I had only a few friends visit me at home in my early years because I always had to make sure that no one who visited me was sick or even had a cold. One might think that I had a very lonely childhood. But no, quite the opposite! I grew up in a very loving family and my parents gave me all the love they could. And I was never really alone. I remember that my mother often let me sit in a playpen for a long time while she studied to be a naturopath which she did from home and I always kept myself busy.
Still Today, I can easily remember all of that time. I often saw little nature spirits, elves and spoke to them. My parents always laughed and said: "Oh, Tanja is talking to herself again!" And many would now certainly say that these are just childlike fantasies. But no, they were not at all, quite the opposite. I was able to perceive things at that time that unfortunately the adults did not see and so for a very long time.
There was not a single day that I look back on and felt lonely or alone. I knew, (because I could feel them), that someone was always there. Also the countless times that my guardian angel protected and accompanied me. It is really wonderful when you have the gift of being able to perceive these things. I know that all children (especially the very young ones) still have this ability. This is because they have not been on this planet for so long and still have a view of the other “being”. They often still see the auras and can perceive other entities. Therefore, every parent should make an effort to give their child enough attention and observe how it behaves in certain situations or how it reacts to different people and things. I often wished that my parents would not have said so carelessly "Oh, she is talking to herself or to her imaginary friends" but I quickly realised that it would not do any good to explain to them what I see and hear because they simply did not see what I saw.
The german christmas tradition, the “Christ Child” , I did not like so much either. In Germany we don’t have a Santa Claus for Christmas we have, literally translated the “ Christ Kindl” meaning the “little Christ/Child”. As nice as it is when parents tell you that the Christ Kindl comes on Christmas Eve and then come up with some ideas to surprise the children, it already starts a certain breach of trust between parents and children as soon as the truth comes to light. It was all kind of nice and beautiful in my eyes back then but something about this story just did not feel right to me. I can't imagine that the Christ Kindl wouldn't show itself to me, after all I could see all these other beings. So why wouldn't the Christ Kindl?
So I decided to pretend I was getting my mother's cigarettes and secretly looked through the keyhole and saw my parents distributing the gifts under the Christmas tree. I was very disappointed when I saw this, not because the Christ Kindl didn't exist, but more because of the fact that they were deceiving me. So I waited until they finished, went back inside with the cigarettes and my parents called out as usual: "Look Tanja, the Christ Kindl was just here, you were too slow, it just flew out the door." I played along with their performance and didn’t say anything. That's when the first, well-intentioned but memorable lie of this world was told to me. And I began to wonder why adults would make up such things and talk about beings that didn't exist, but on the other hand they wouldn't acknowledge the ones that I did. That made me very sad and I already began thinking about many things at that time. When I was about five years old, I began teaching myself how to read. I really wanted to be able to! My parents would read to me from different children's books every night, often rereading a story multiple times if I liked it particularly well. So one night, I picked up my favorite book.
I still know all too well which one it was! It was the "Dream Eater" by Michael Ende. I knew the story inside and out at the time, so I gradually began to practice reading (since I knew the letters). So on other days I also took other books and actually managed to teach myself to read. After that, I also learned to write, partly with my mother's support. As a result, I was able to read and write quite well even before starting school. I don't consider myself above average intelligent but my interest was so great that it was easy for me to learn. Once I could read, I devoured books with great enthusiasm! Many other things like technology, sounds, colours and shapes also fascinated me immensely. I set up the television channels at home, easily operated the Atari Computer, other technical devices which amazed my father.
I was only five years old at the time and everything that interested me came easily to me, as if I had never done anything else!
My love for animals and nature was also always incredibly intense and pronounced. Horses and dolphins in particular have a special place in my heart, although I love all other living beings just as much.
But I feel a very close connection with dolphins, I knew then that they are very wise and old souls and that they have a very high connection to divinity.
I associate dolphins with the origin of several of my incarnations. They are a piece of connection to my deepest roots for me. And the beautiful horses – well, I know that I had several lives here on Earth where they were my faithful companions. Like my spirit animal, which is also a horse and stands by my side. I was able to see it with my spiritual eye several times. Therefore, that’s why I had such a strong connection to them as a child. Whenever I saw Flipper or Mister Ed on TV, my little heart opened. It just seemed so familiar to me. I was able to communicate well with animals in general and every living being had a connection to me right away. I have never had the experience of being bitten or even attacked by a dog. I can remember years later when a big Bernese mountain dog ran towards me with full force, jumped high and I thought: "Oh No ! Now he is going to knock me down!” But no, the dog shifted its entire weight to its hind legs, put its front paws on my shoulders, licked me across the face once and jumped off. That was so incredibly sweet! He knew exactly what to do with his body weight. And that's how it always was with animals, they knew exactly how far they could go with me. I could communicate with them to some extent and they would respond to me. All of this was just as self-evident as if it were normal.
At least that's how I felt as a child!
At the age of six, I was given my own small dog as a gift. His name was Cherry and he was my loyal companion. We had a strange connection to each other and I still think of him fondly today. He was a very special little dog and we all loved him. When I was six, I often became very sick and hardly ate anything for days.
My parents were very worried about me because I didn't want to eat anything except a little bit to drink and even then it was with much difficulty. At that time, a good friend of the family often came to visit us. I still remember him well. He was an astrologer and a very wise old man. He spoke with my mother and explained that she didn't have to worry about me; I was going my own way and would reach a high age and that I received over 80% of my energy directly from the cosmos, so it didn't matter if I ate a little less for a few days. In retrospect, I can only agree with him, because as a child, despite the many frequent illnesses and pneumonia, I had an incredibly high level of energy. I did suffer during the infections because of the cough which was very cruel and my whole body sometimes ached a lot, but I had an incredibly strong will to endure everything. The problem as a child was that the doctors pumped me full of antibiotics. The result of that was that my immune system was completely paralysed. As I described in the beginning, I became more and more prone to infections and that was only caused by poisoning my organism with those medications.
So my mother, when I was still a small child, started an education as a natural practitioner to help me. My paediatrician once said to her that I should somehow manage to get through a bronchitis without antibiotics a few times, so that my organism would have a chance to regenerate. So my mother set this as her goal.
The best way to achieve this in a natural way, in her opinion, was this education. Already in her youth, she had a strong connection to spirituality. Which runs in the family. My grandmother was also a very sensitive and sensible person with a deep belief in God and my mother did the same. She started reading tarot cards at the age of 16 and a few years later also gave life advice and did astrology. So she had already created a good basic foundation for the long path as a natural practitioner. I can still remember very well how much time she spent learning while doing her work. Day and night she stayed awake for long hours, took care of me when I was severely ill and learned the whole curriculum along the way. I still have the highest respect for her performance and loving sacrifice towards me.
At the age of 6 it was finally time: I was enrolled in school. I was incredibly excited for school and when the day finally came, I was incredibly happy about that moment. However, the joy did not last long. I got sick after just one week and had to stay at home for weeks again. Of course, the whole thing with school did not go well for long, as you can probably imagine. At first, I learned a lot in the long absences I had but that of course was not enough in the long run to replace school. Therefore, my mother began to advocate for the school to allow me to have home schooling, which she was able to achieve in the end and I was one of the first children in Germany to receive home schooling. There was also a small report about me and my then home school teacher on the Bavarian radio and on the television (when i was about 11 years old).
The home schooling itself was definitely very good and helpful and I am glad that these opportunities were granted to me. However, it was also equally bad for me, as I was a very communicative and curious little girl who just wanted to go to school regularly. I just loved going to school, meeting like-minded people and learning together. Furthermore, I definitely fell short in home schooling for my conditions, I was completely under challenged. Often, I was very unfocused and looked out the window while the teacher explained something to me. Some topics didn't really interest me and I always kept asking myself (and my teachers), "Why do I need to know this? Who does this help?" Later on in history (although I was very interested in this subject), there were always things that seemed more than questionable to me. Especially when it came to the time of the pyramids and the origin of humanity in general. The same went for when it was said that humans are decendents from apes.
I mean, come on, you don't really believe that yourselves do you?
Just thinking about those huge monuments like the pyramids or the Sphinx, there's no way that humans could have been responsible for that alone! Such nonsense!
And then there was the cosmic alignment with the stars and planets. I still smile to myself when I think back and remember what was going on in my mind at that time, when I was dealing with these topics intellectually. It ultimately led me in later years to question all of this and find out what of it was actually in tune with my inner self and what wasn't, because the school material was simply not enough, let alone credible. I received a lot of information, and other insights I gained through certain experiences or even visions. But more on that subject later on.
Now, I would like to share some very impactful experiences from my early childhood.
As a toddler, I always had a smile on my face. Laughing was like a daily routine for me no matter how often I was sick. Despite my handicap, I was always a cheerful little girl.
Ever since I was a baby, I always had a smile on my face.
Laughter was the order of the day for me, no matter how often I was sick.
Despite my handicap, I was always a happy little girl.
CHAPTER 2
The year 1992
This year was a very fateful year for me when one of the most defining events of my life took place.
It all started with my grandfather passing away in January of that year.
He was very ill and had cancer in its advanced stage. My parents and I were living in Munich at the time and my mother's parents were living in Landshut.
My grandparents visited us quite often. I was my grandfather's favourite little girl and he was my favourite grandparent. We had an incredibly good and warm connection with each other. At the time, my mother had just finished her training as a naturopath and my grandfather wanted her to treat him, even though he knew that no one could help him at this advanced stage. I already knew that my grandfather was seriously ill and that he would eventually pass away, but as a child, I didn't see it as that bad, so it didn't really affect me. I remember that a few weeks earlier, on the last Christmas Eve we spent together with my grandfather, he suddenly felt much better.
He ate a lot that evening and was really beaming with energy. Now I know, that was the last surge before the end when the soul begins to detach itself piece by piece from the body.
That night, when grandpa passed away, I saw him in my dreams. I saw him driving up a mountain. He drove a small car on the road, which had no side planks or anything and suddenly, when a curve came up, he drove the car off the road down the slope. Because I had a birds eye view, I saw how the car fell into a deep, black hole. Everything was very quiet and I suddenly saw my grandpa's face in front of me which filled out the hole almost completely. He looked at me and started talking to me. He explained to me that it was time for him to go. I should not be sad, he would not really be gone gone, he would still stay in contact with me and then he said goodbye to me. As he mentally communicated these words to me, his face became more and more distant and blurry. It became smaller, faded into the dark and was finally gone. I fell out of my bed and screamed and cried bitterly. All of this happened early in the morning and my parents immediately rushed into my room to see what had happened. It was hard to calm me down and I kept crying and saying that grandpa had died. Shortly after, my aunt called with the message that grandpa was dead. I had been connected with him one on one during his process of dying and he had said goodbye to me in my dream.
That was a very intense experience for me as a child and certainly unforgettable for my parents. It was also one of the first of my dreams at the time, in which deceased people showed themselves and communicated with me. The story with my grandfather is not over yet – in essence it really only begins now. So a few hours passed on that morning (we were living in a rental house in Munich at the time) and in the middle of the big hallway, water started pouring through the ceiling !
